The Pale Letter
The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones. Rain slicked the glass. Elara stood at the window. She held her breath. The city below was gray. It was a city of iron and steam. Smoke choked the sky. The palace loomed ahead. A beast of stone and glass. Elara’s heart beat fast. Thump. Thump. She was not human. Or perhaps she was. It did not matter. She was an anomaly. A mistake in the...
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